freenovelworld Chapter 483 Passengers!
Chapter 483 Passengers!
"Yes."
Zhong Yuemin nodded.
"A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, and the same goes for people. If I'm planning to do something bad, I'll never do it near my own home. What if I get recognized by my neighbors or acquaintances? Wouldn't that be like walking into a trap? I'll definitely choose a place far away from my own territory to do it, the farther the better, the more unfamiliar the better."
"besides,"
Zhong Yuemin then analyzed,
"Based on this person's modus operandi—swift, decisive, ruthless, and adept at evading detection by disguising themselves and sitting directly behind the driver—I reckon this isn't a novice doing something like this for the first time; they most likely have a prior record."
You can check their criminal records from recent years, especially those involving robbery and assault. This includes not only those from Beijing, but also those from when they were sent to the countryside in Hubei province. You need to find out if they committed any crimes or left any stains on their record there. These kinds of bad habits are rarely formed overnight.
Zhang Haiyang nodded repeatedly, his pen flying across the paper as he urged them on.
"Anything else? Go on!"
"Um……"
Zhong Yuemin pondered for a moment,
“This man not only robbed the money, but also deliberately stabbed the driver. He was quite ruthless. After succeeding, instead of running away, he arrogantly challenged the police. This behavior made me think that he might not only be after money.”
"I think this person is probably not married yet, or has extremely poor family relationships, lacks emotional bonds, and is definitely in a bad financial situation, without a stable and legitimate job."
In terms of personality, he is likely to be rather withdrawn and paranoid, filled with violence and resentment, and exhibiting antisocial tendencies. His robberies may not have been solely for money, but also for venting his frustrations, for revenge against society, or for seeking a distorted sense of accomplishment and control.
"You should investigate based on this 'character profile'."
Zhong Yuemin concluded by saying,
"As for the problem of insufficient manpower... If your police force is insufficient, you can mobilize the masses. The elderly people in the street offices and neighborhood committees who are always out in the neighborhood and have good information are very sharp-eyed. They know exactly who the strangers are and who has been behaving strangely recently. Ask them to help keep an eye out for suspicious persons and provide clues. This is much more efficient than your criminal investigation team working hard in silence."
He wasn't just making things up. The "Chaoyang Masses" of later generations were practically godlike figures. Countless celebrity fans, prostitutes, drug dealers selling drugs, and even hidden criminals have all fallen into the hands of these enthusiastic citizens.
Zhang Haiyang wrote down Zhong Yuemin's key points one by one. The more he wrote, the clearer his mind became. The suffocating feeling of being in a dead end dissipated a lot, as if a new path had appeared in front of him that he could explore.
"Okay! Okay! I understand!"
He closed the notebook, stood up excitedly,
"I'll go back right now and redeploy the plan according to this strategy. Yuemin, if this case is truly solved, you'll get the credit. I'll definitely report to Director Liu and ask him to..."
"No, stop it, just give me that!"
Zhong Yuemin quickly waved his hand to interrupt him, his face showing a polite but unwelcoming expression.
"I don't want this credit. You can keep it for yourself and claim it later. Thank you!"
He didn't want to be remembered by Liu Daqiang again. He had finally managed to get the bureau chief to give up on his idea of recruiting him into the criminal investigation team. He had just calmed down for a while. If he were to be credited with another achievement, wouldn't it be like the embers of his death were being rekindled?
It's just making trouble for yourself.
Seeing his eagerness to avoid the situation, Zhang Haiyang couldn't help but laugh, understanding his concerns.
"Alright, I know you want some peace and quiet. Fine, I'm off!"
Time waits for no one. If he lingered any longer, the ruthless and cunning suspect might commit another crime, creating new victims. He put away his notebook, grabbed his briefcase, and hurried toward the courtyard gate, his steps much lighter than when he had come.
After seeing off this "uninvited guest," Zhong Yuemin lay back down in the rattan chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
The courtyard returned to its previous tranquility, with only the annoying chirping of cicadas overhead, the occasional warm breeze brushing against the grapevines, and the few grape leaves that had been drooping in the sun.
On a sweltering summer afternoon, it was the perfect time to steal a moment of respite. It would be a shame not to take a nap in this long and languid time. I closed my eyes again and started fanning myself with a palm leaf fan once more.
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A week later,
Li Kuiyong still lives in his old courtyard house in the alley, but life is much easier than before. Two years ago, after he returned to the city from northern Shaanxi with his wife and children, their situation gradually improved.
My younger brother did well at the factory, received a small apartment as a housing allocation, and moved out after getting married. My younger sister also got married and has her own family now.
Li Kuiyong had been driving a taxi for years, and his wife ran a clothing store. They had saved up some money. Coincidentally, the son of a neighbor in the tenement had made a name for himself in the south and wanted to bring the elderly couple over to enjoy their retirement. He planned to sell their old house here. Li Kuiyong gritted his teeth, scraped together the money, and bought the two rooms next door.
Now, the family of four has moved into a new house, and their mother lives next door with her unmarried younger siblings. This way, they can take care of each other, and the house is much more spacious. They are finally rid of the cramped feeling of not being able to turn around properly in the past.
Now he drives for a taxi company. It's a respectable job; you're protected from the wind and rain, it's not too tiring, and the income is stable and considerable.
His wife rented a small storefront near the entrance of their alley and opened a clothing store specializing in "Yuelong" brand clothes. Thanks to Yuemin's old connections, she got her goods directly from the factory, significantly lowering her costs compared to others, and her business flourished.
The couple were hardworking, and although they weren't extremely wealthy, their life was considered stable and comfortable by their neighbors, making them an enviable middle-class family. Li Kuiyong himself was genuinely content with his current life.
That day, he went out to work as usual, driving around the city all day. Before he knew it, it was past eight o'clock in the evening. There were fewer pedestrians on the streets, and the streetlights were coming on one by one. He glanced at the meter and felt that he had earned enough, so he decided to pack up and go home, and start working again tomorrow.
As the car approached an intersection and was about to turn towards home, a dark figure on the roadside suddenly waved to him.
Li Kuiyong instinctively stepped on the brake, pulled the car over, rolled down the window, and saw a man wearing a drab gray jacket outside.
"Sorry, sir, I'm closing up shop," Li Kuiyong said politely, sticking his head out.
"Please wait a little longer and call another car."
The man took two steps forward, speaking in Mandarin with a distinctly Henan accent, sounding quite urgent, and even pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to me.
"Sir, please help me, please help me! I've been waiting here for ages, and I haven't seen a single empty taxi. My wife... my wife is in the hospital right now, could you please take me there? Please, I'll give you extra money for the fare, thank you so much..."
By the light of the streetlamp, Li Kuiyong saw that the man's face was full of anxiety and pleading, and his hand, which was offering the cigarette, was trembling slightly...